MISS DONOVAN.  So that’s the kind of a place this is! [She stalks about and glares at everything.]

TIPPY. [Closing door.] Good evening, Miss Donovan.

MISS DONOVAN.  Irresponsible people!  Wild and irresponsible people! 
To think that I trusted Itzy to wild, irresponsible people.

TIPPY.  My dear Miss Donovan, the distresses of my personal guests have nothing to do with my professional work.

MISS DONOVAN.  Guests!  Was it your guests who brought Itzy home?

TIPPY.  Surely there is nothing wrong with Itzy?

MISS DONOVAN.  Nothing wrong! [Portentously.] Itzy is sneezing!  He has a cold!

TIPPY.  He was all right when he left here.

MISS DONOVAN.  Dr. Sayre, I told you never to let any person but yourself touch that dog when he was out of my apartment.

TIPPY.  But it’s a very short distance and the man who took him home ...

MISS DONOVAN.  The man you say!  My maid said it was a silly boy and a giggling, irresponsible girl.  How do I know what they did to Itzy?  How do I know where they took him?  Or in what company they had him?  They might have let him get into a fight and get killed.

TIPPY.  But they didn’t.

MISS DONOVAN.  They, or you, exposed Itzy to a chill.  Itzy is sneezing.  Itzy has a cold.  Itzy may develop pneumonia and die. [During this speech there is a knock and TIPPY goes to door and lets in the BISHOP while MISS DONOVAN continues.] I shall hold you responsible.  If anything happens to Itzy, you alone are to blame.  I shall hold you responsible for Itzy’s death. [She addresses the BISHOP.] If you are a customer of this man, let me warn you.  He is not to be trusted.  He is not responsible.

BISHOP.  There must be some misunderstanding.

MISS DONOVAN.  There is no misunderstanding.  I brought Itzy here on a friend’s recommendation.  She said it was a responsible place.  It is not.  It is full of wild, irresponsible people.

BISHOP.  Madam, I am sure ...

MISS DONOVAN.  You look like a man who loves animals.  If you do, do not bring them here.  This man deliberately exposed my poor Itzy to a cold.  He may die.

BISHOP.  Itzy is your dog, I presume?

MISS DONOVAN.  And such a darling.  Everybody loves him.  I shall tell everyone—­all my friends.  He suffers so—­I shall warn them.  His nose is running....  I shall destroy this irresponsible man’s business!—­If you could look into his eyes you’d understand! ...  If you love dogs, never trust them to irresponsible people. [She goes to the door and out.]

BISHOP.  That woman is a fool.

TIPPY.  Some of my best customers are, Bishop.

MISS DONOVAN. [Opens door and sticks her head in.] I shall ruin your business! [Closes door with a slam.]

TIPPY.  Jesus! [Takes the BISHOP’S hat and coat.] Won’t you be seated, sir?